"Can't I go, too ?" he began, but Farriss silenced him on the instant.
"Kid," he said sharply but kindly, "you're too good a hound for the desert.

The city needs you here--and, dammit, you keep on sniffing." Turning to the unsettled girl beside him, he went on briskly: "Work guardedly; query us when you have to; be sure of your facts, and consign your soul to God.

Do I see you moving ?" And when Farriss looked again he did..